Money Power & Respect Songtext
von G.T.

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

As soon as it dropped, this shit over with, I′m gettin' older now
I can′t really hang around unless I benefit
I would've went and bought a chain, but that'd be ignorant
Why not buy some land and start buildin′ it?
Shipped a foreign to the city, now it′s an immigrant
Grateful 'cause it used to be a rental with some pills in it
Think about the ones I lost, you can see the chills from it
Ten toes down, bro, I really put my heels in it (for real)

Money, power, and respect (ayy)
Used post up on the block, now it′s Maybachs and jets (yeah)
Tell me what's a rookie to a vet (for real)
You can′t roll with the big dawgs and stay on the steps (for real)
In here blendin' with my mask on (ayy)
Ran that shit up to put my mans on
You can drop me anywhere on Earth with a bank or phone
Guaranteed we get it gone, guaranteed we make it home


Used to wake up, break down, but that was gettin′ old
This shit really sell itself if I touch a load (for real)
'Cause say it move a lot smoother when you sell 'em whole
Like I don′t cater, fool, what I look like sweatin′ over stoves (for real, I feel it)

You ain't shit without a check (ayy), boy, we the coach
You watchin′ all our plays like a ref
They say leave the blower at home, bring the MF (for real)
This shit so sweet, I'm wonderin′ what's the catch (for real)

I done did a Morgan Town, I did the Lex (I did the lick)
I got it off the Bose (Bose), I got it off that Rex (yeah)
I sold it in a Burbs (for real), I sold it in a jets (I did)
I′m really goin' hard, but a nigga barely flex (don't)

Money, power, and respect (yeah)
I used to post up on the block, now it′s Maybachs and jets (yeah)
Tell me what′s a rookie to a vet (for real)
You can't roll with the big dawgs and stay on the steps (for real)

You ain′t shit without a check (yeah), boy, we the coach
You watchin' all our plays like a ref
They say leave the blower at home, bring the MF
This shit so sweet, I′m wonderin' what′s the catch (yeah)